Is what it ended with........
Kitten in the Hat.
"groan......."said The Kitten in the Hat.
"Do I have to sing, with Bats "
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I was just like the Kitten in the Hat.
Just learning to kill rats and to make friends with the bats.
And other cats.
Not knowing what I'd grow to.
I chased birds in the park by the rows.
I'm the only cat that doesn't eat rats.
And wears hats and washes so I'm not a bus for busy nats.
Outcasted, my innocence was not long lasted when i hit my head,
I remember I was nearly dead. And I remember I had a human head.
In my finale moments, I saw a shaman over me, and Stover was gone.
Now I need to turn back, and live with the human pack.
And suddenly I realized I'm not a Kitten in the Hat.
That doesn't know that he's not a cat.
Years have past since I've know that and now I'm dying as a cat.
When I closed my eyes for the last time, a shaman bent over and there
reappeared Stover.
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" thank heavens , I'm not a Cat" Stover remarking.
"Do I have to sing, with Bats "
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I was just like the Kitten in the Hat.
Just learning to kill rats and to make friends with the bats.
And other cats.
Not knowing what I'd grow to.
I chased birds in the park by the rows.
I'm the only cat that doesn't eat rats.
And wears hats and washes so I'm not a bus for busy nats.
Outcasted, my innocence was not long lasted when i hit my head,
I remember I was nearly dead. And I remember I had a human head.
In my finale moments, I saw a shaman over me, and Stover was gone.
Now I need to turn back, and live with the human pack.
And suddenly I realized I'm not a Kitten in the Hat.
That doesn't know that he's not a cat.
Years have past since I've know that and now I'm dying as a cat.
When I closed my eyes for the last time, a shaman bent over and there
reappeared Stover.
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" thank heavens , I'm not a Cat" Stover remarking.
Labels: poem Friday, June 11, 2010
The poem curse.
Please stop my love.
You are not my dove.
From high above.
As a spirit from above made me to believe.
To dump you out of my sleeve.
Like that rock that me to believe.
That you should stay in my sleeve.
something weird has come all over, the virus first hit Talen then William.
Then me. I cannot not stop rhyming. In all this timing.
Labels: poem Alive and Dead.
Let the bleeding stop, your time on earth is not done.
let the bleeding stop, your time on earth is done.
You wish you could live longer(and she wished you would).
you wish you could walk again(and she wished you would).
Tell me the story of how your legs once stood.
In the otherwise dimension you cannot mention,and there is no suspension
You and her where kissing in the dark. Late night in the park.
When a man with a gun,who would later run demanded your day's pay.
But you and her said no way. And in an instant, your fear was no assistant.
And your body to tumble to the door and in the other dimension you hardly
made the hospital floor.
The hospital floor. The hospital floor. The hospital floor.
Let the bleeding stop, your time on earth is not done.
let the bleeding stop, your time on earth is done.
You wish you could live longer(and she wished you would).
you wish you could walk again(and she wished you would).
Tell me the story of how your legs once stood.
In the otherwise dimension you cannot mention,and there is no suspension
You and her where kissing in the dark. Late night in the park.
When a man with a gun,who would later run demanded your day's pay.
But you and her said no way. And in an instant, your fear was no assistant.
And your body to tumble to the door and in the other dimension you hardly
made the hospital floor.
The hospital floor. The hospital floor. The hospital floor.
let the bleeding stop, your time on earth is done.
You wish you could live longer(and she wished you would).
you wish you could walk again(and she wished you would).
Tell me the story of how your legs once stood.
In the otherwise dimension you cannot mention,and there is no suspension
You and her where kissing in the dark. Late night in the park.
When a man with a gun,who would later run demanded your day's pay.
But you and her said no way. And in an instant, your fear was no assistant.
And your body to tumble to the door and in the other dimension you hardly
made the hospital floor.
The hospital floor. The hospital floor. The hospital floor.
Alive and dead.
Both with red.
Alive and dead.
Both with red.
Let the bleeding stop, your time on earth is not done.
let the bleeding stop, your time on earth is done.
You wish you could live longer(and she wished you would).
you wish you could walk again(and she wished you would).
Tell me the story of how your legs once stood.
In the otherwise dimension you cannot mention,and there is no suspension
You and her where kissing in the dark. Late night in the park.
When a man with a gun,who would later run demanded your day's pay.
But you and her said no way. And in an instant, your fear was no assistant.
And your body to tumble to the door and in the other dimension you hardly
made the hospital floor.
The hospital floor. The hospital floor. The hospital floor.
Alive and dead.
Both with red.
Alive and dead.
Both with red.
Labels: poem Wednesday, June 9, 2010
The Haries
Once there was a time when she dressed to impress.
But someone had to dislike her dress.
And now she is a mess, too shocked to know what to dress.
And my guess is that she was wearing the best,
better than the rest.
Oh, fair flow, that her fingers went through.
It couldn't explain the pain and the disdain.
And her sunny smile discovered a rainy frown.
( No more white crown).
She expected to find her soul mate there.
It was much for her heart to anticipate.
When it happened she felt as if her heart got kicked
out her rib cages. And her fate was to lay in pain, on her bedroom floor,
not leaving the door. Still dressed in the dress that represents her current life situation.
Oh, fair flow, that her fingers went through.
It couldn't explain the pain and the disdain.
And her sunny smile discovered a rainy frown.
( No more white crown).
She expected to find her soul mate there.
The shock was a matter of a disease.
And she couldn't catch a breeze.
The Haries have only been rumored by the fairies, that these days eat too many berries.
The person she gave her heart to, had the size of a cherry.
And that's why she's on the floor and not merry.
But someone had to dislike her dress.
And now she is a mess, too shocked to know what to dress.
And my guess is that she was wearing the best,
better than the rest.
Oh, fair flow, that her fingers went through.
It couldn't explain the pain and the disdain.
And her sunny smile discovered a rainy frown.
( No more white crown).
She expected to find her soul mate there.
It was much for her heart to anticipate.
When it happened she felt as if her heart got kicked
out her rib cages. And her fate was to lay in pain, on her bedroom floor,
not leaving the door. Still dressed in the dress that represents her current life situation.
Oh, fair flow, that her fingers went through.
It couldn't explain the pain and the disdain.
And her sunny smile discovered a rainy frown.
( No more white crown).
She expected to find her soul mate there.
The shock was a matter of a disease.
And she couldn't catch a breeze.
The Haries have only been rumored by the fairies, that these days eat too many berries.
The person she gave her heart to, had the size of a cherry.
And that's why she's on the floor and not merry.
Labels: poem Sunday, May 30, 2010
MINT THUNDER
I was traveling threw a happy land,
listening to my favorite band.
But I looked down and saw the sand,
looking all dark and tanned.
There was an arch and it made daylight seem dark.
Out of curiosity, I ran and ended up getting a tan.
Out of the Mint sand and a stolen ice cream cone, I climbed up the arch,
on the sand that was dark and shook my creation of a Mint ice-cream.
And like as in a dream , Mint ice cream fell all over me, and i dared not to scream.
Happy was I , I dared not to be sappy.
but my feelings of happy became sappy.
When a storm of mint creation came all over .
and I hid under the arch for cover.
I feared I was annihilated, but I soon lost my addiction.
And now it is as if my dream was nonfiction.
It couldn't have been fiction in all its benediction?
listening to my favorite band.
But I looked down and saw the sand,
looking all dark and tanned.
There was an arch and it made daylight seem dark.
Out of curiosity, I ran and ended up getting a tan.
Out of the Mint sand and a stolen ice cream cone, I climbed up the arch,
on the sand that was dark and shook my creation of a Mint ice-cream.
And like as in a dream , Mint ice cream fell all over me, and i dared not to scream.
Happy was I , I dared not to be sappy.
but my feelings of happy became sappy.
When a storm of mint creation came all over .
and I hid under the arch for cover.
I feared I was annihilated, but I soon lost my addiction.
And now it is as if my dream was nonfiction.
It couldn't have been fiction in all its benediction?
When a storm of mint creation came all over .
and I hid under the arch for cover.
It couldn't have been fiction in all its benediction?
Labels: poem Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Glitters and Dust
It occurred to me that Glitter and Dust are two opposite twins.
And when they argue one side wins. And their cousin is Lust.
Dust is the end result of all the faults , of Lovers and Adults.
And Glitters is the hard work and creation of a malt.
For every malt there is a fault. With Glitters and Dust. And for
every malt that is a must,
something turns to rust and has the residue of Dust.
That Malt shop once alive in the sixties ,
is now dead in the two thousand twenties.
It simply couldn't last for infinities.
For every malt there is a fault. With Glitters and Dust. And for
every malt that is a must,
something turns to rust and has the residue of Dust.
I traveled there and witnessed the horror of the rein of the Glitters and Dust.
It turned out the owner was a loner and lusted women
and gave them Cherries and lemons.
Until it was time for him to turn into Dust.
And now his shop is covered in rust and Dust( the very thing he became).
For every malt there is a fault. With Glitters and Dust. And for
every malt that is a must,
something turns to rust and has the residue of Dust.
As I leave that frightful place nothing will erase my mind of the role...
Of Glitters and Dust. Of Glitters and Dust. What a couple.
And when they argue one side wins. And their cousin is Lust.
Dust is the end result of all the faults , of Lovers and Adults.
And Glitters is the hard work and creation of a malt.
For every malt there is a fault. With Glitters and Dust. And for
every malt that is a must,
something turns to rust and has the residue of Dust.
That Malt shop once alive in the sixties ,
is now dead in the two thousand twenties.
It simply couldn't last for infinities.
For every malt there is a fault. With Glitters and Dust. And for
every malt that is a must,
something turns to rust and has the residue of Dust.
I traveled there and witnessed the horror of the rein of the Glitters and Dust.
It turned out the owner was a loner and lusted women
and gave them Cherries and lemons.
Until it was time for him to turn into Dust.
And now his shop is covered in rust and Dust( the very thing he became).
For every malt there is a fault. With Glitters and Dust. And for
every malt that is a must,
something turns to rust and has the residue of Dust.
As I leave that frightful place nothing will erase my mind of the role...
Of Glitters and Dust. Of Glitters and Dust. What a couple.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Thunder Storm
As I sit here and think about my day.
And how we parted ways.
Maybe it was better that way.
You said "hey", I said " good day''.
And went on my way.
It was a good day and the Thunderstorm makes me think other ways.
I should have stayed and said more than "good day". ( I was just too nervous)
I guess this is how I pay.
You met another person at your own bay.
Cause you're a mermaid that way.
Now i regret my decision , to split with you like division.
your the 12 and I'm the 3 and my decision is the four.
Who likes to pour pain and rain into the situation.
Now i regret my decision , to split with you like division.
We could be sitting elsewhere. And that possibility is not too much too bear.
My feelings seem to lash in this UN-joyful little bash.
I was just to afraid to ask,as you basked in the gym lights.
that night in said goodnight to you,
and i promise i will say hello and bring you Jello.
and ask the question as Jello is in your digestion...
And how we parted ways.
Maybe it was better that way.
You said "hey", I said " good day''.
And went on my way.
It was a good day and the Thunderstorm makes me think other ways.
I should have stayed and said more than "good day". ( I was just too nervous)
I guess this is how I pay.
You met another person at your own bay.
Cause you're a mermaid that way.
Now i regret my decision , to split with you like division.
your the 12 and I'm the 3 and my decision is the four.
Who likes to pour pain and rain into the situation.
Now i regret my decision , to split with you like division.
We could be sitting elsewhere. And that possibility is not too much too bear.
My feelings seem to lash in this UN-joyful little bash.
I was just to afraid to ask,as you basked in the gym lights.
that night in said goodnight to you,
and i promise i will say hello and bring you Jello.
and ask the question as Jello is in your digestion...
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Letters to Heather.
As I travel across space
i wonder if i'm out of place.
Traveling in space and its a race that never seems to end.
Traveling forever is traveling that never ends.
We could never be newly weds.
But that depends, but because i lost your planet.
By the winter frost, i think it was better,
because i couldn't stand the weather.
We used to play all day, in May.
But of all the people on planet Earth ,
we where the ones who had to pay.
There were no beach-y summer days.
No eating ice cream in the hay.
All those days went away, when I couldn't stay.
So I say good day. So we went are way.
I could fell my 4 hearts fray.
and write letters to you Heather
and write letters to you Heather.
and write letters to you Heather.
and write letters to you Heather.
i wonder if i'm out of place.
Traveling in space and its a race that never seems to end.
Traveling forever is traveling that never ends.
We could never be newly weds.
But that depends, but because i lost your planet.
By the winter frost, i think it was better,
because i couldn't stand the weather.
We used to play all day, in May.
But of all the people on planet Earth ,
we where the ones who had to pay.
There were no beach-y summer days.
No eating ice cream in the hay.
All those days went away, when I couldn't stay.
So I say good day. So we went are way.
I could fell my 4 hearts fray.
We used to play all day, in May.
But of all the people on planet Earth ,
we where the ones who had to pay.
There were no beach-y summer days.
No eating ice cream in the hay.
All those days went away, when I couldn't stay.
Maybe its that day I will write you letter.
With a blue jay feather.
And find that colorful hue of a planet.
I'll storm threw the cosmic weather,
and write letters to you Heather.
It will be much better when I land
and well hold hands. And I'll give you back your
Blue jay feather. And are kiss would not be ad-miss.
and write letters to you Heather
and write letters to you Heather.
and write letters to you Heather.
and write letters to you Heather.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Moonlight Running.
Now Its dark and now I know we should have gone to the park.
But we we should climb up the the ark
and kiss in the dark.
The shadows lark and when they fade they'll take us to moring,
when it is not to dark to go to the park.
But one problem you're not there ,sleeping in your room with your teddy bear.
who has lost almost all its hair, from the time you haven't been there.
Don't give up. not ever and not here.
(I love you dear.)
Don't give up, not ever and not wherever you are.
Because I'll be there.
( I miss touching your hair.)
Now there ,we are far apart.
Its not a good work of art.
Don't be scared, I know your hands bare.
But mine are too, and I feel as if i have caught the flu.
(Without you).
Don't give up. not ever and not here.
(I love you dear.)
Don't give up, not ever and not wherever you are.
Because I'll be there.
( I miss touching your hair.)
I wish had superglue to glue our bare and lonely hands together.
But its like our hearts are sewn together and we can't be apart.
But you had to go and study weather.
Don't give up. not ever and not here.
(I love you dear.)
Don't give up, not ever and not wherever you are.
Because I'll be there.
( I miss touching your hair.)
Even better tomorrow I will run (and hum)
and when I'm done, I'll be at the door..
Waiting for you.
You know its true, I'll be waiting for you.
I'll be waiting for you.
But we we should climb up the the ark
and kiss in the dark.
The shadows lark and when they fade they'll take us to moring,
when it is not to dark to go to the park.
But one problem you're not there ,sleeping in your room with your teddy bear.
who has lost almost all its hair, from the time you haven't been there.
Don't give up. not ever and not here.
(I love you dear.)
Don't give up, not ever and not wherever you are.
Because I'll be there.
( I miss touching your hair.)
Now there ,we are far apart.
Its not a good work of art.
Don't be scared, I know your hands bare.
But mine are too, and I feel as if i have caught the flu.
(Without you).
Don't give up. not ever and not here.
(I love you dear.)
Don't give up, not ever and not wherever you are.
Because I'll be there.
( I miss touching your hair.)
I wish had superglue to glue our bare and lonely hands together.
But its like our hearts are sewn together and we can't be apart.
But you had to go and study weather.
Don't give up. not ever and not here.
(I love you dear.)
Don't give up, not ever and not wherever you are.
Because I'll be there.
( I miss touching your hair.)
Even better tomorrow I will run (and hum)
and when I'm done, I'll be at the door..
Waiting for you.
You know its true, I'll be waiting for you.
I'll be waiting for you.
One Wish
If I met a Ladie Genie.
I could travel off with her in a Lamborghini.
I could wish for a thousand wishes....
I would wish for a date and we'll celebrate.
Filling the area that was once filled with hate and I couldn't debate.
I wished for kisses. I got them.
Money to overwhelm.
But I couldn't tell something wasn't going well.
As far as I could tell.
And no all my wishes are gone,
With The Girl Genie, who decided she would hurl if she stayed.
Now if I had one wish.,
I would wish her back and stop her from doing another person's dishes.
If I had one wish I would get her a kiss...
in bliss. tiss.tiss.
But may things are ad-miss.
Now I'm coming for her.
And I remove and UN-stir all the problems that lead up to this mess.
I'll wrong the rights with all my might.
And I won't give up the fight!
I could travel off with her in a Lamborghini.
I could wish for a thousand wishes....
I would wish for a date and we'll celebrate.
Filling the area that was once filled with hate and I couldn't debate.
I wished for kisses. I got them.
Money to overwhelm.
But I couldn't tell something wasn't going well.
As far as I could tell.
And no all my wishes are gone,
With The Girl Genie, who decided she would hurl if she stayed.
Now if I had one wish.,
I would wish her back and stop her from doing another person's dishes.
If I had one wish I would get her a kiss...
in bliss. tiss.tiss.
But may things are ad-miss.
Now I'm coming for her.
And I remove and UN-stir all the problems that lead up to this mess.
I'll wrong the rights with all my might.
And I won't give up the fight!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
In that world called my name.
i wish i could run away and find my own place to stay.
To stay away, from the people who want me to pay.
and from the people that are losing the game of life.
that we play every day.
If i could my place, would never go to waste.
It would keep me in place.
Sorrowing spires and something to admire.
yes it has that.
A closet full of hats that hang on the ceiling walls like bats.
also that.
a room where visions run wild and don't lack for style.
i would put my papers in a fashionable pile.
a place where i could transport myself from here to some miles.
my house would never go out of style,
and it would clean itself and never be mean to me.
To stay away, from the people who want me to pay.
and from the people that are losing the game of life.
that we play every day.
If i could my place, would never go to waste.
It would keep me in place.
Sorrowing spires and something to admire.
yes it has that.
A closet full of hats that hang on the ceiling walls like bats.
also that.
a room where visions run wild and don't lack for style.
i would put my papers in a fashionable pile.
a place where i could transport myself from here to some miles.
my house would never go out of style,
and it would clean itself and never be mean to me.
i wish i could run away and find my own place to stay.
To stay away, from the people who want me to pay.
and from the people that are losing the game of life.
that we play every day.
Sorrowing spires and something to admire.
yes it has that.
A closet full of hats that hang on the ceiling walls like bats.
also that.
a room where visions run wild and don't lack for style.
i would put my papers in a fashionable pile.
a place where i could transport myself from here to some miles.
my house would never go out of style,
and it would clean itself and never be mean to me.
AND I WOULD CALL IT my name,
and that's not a shame.
i could run threw miles of exotic plants.
everyone would cant and dance.
i could go to France.
and go to other worlds in advance.
sometimes i get pulled away from my dream world
and into reality.
Where there is a loss for formality.
I can only hope it will become reality.
In that world called my name where no one's to blame.
In that world called my name.
In that world called my name.
In that world called my name
Name.Name.Name. Name. Name. Name.
ONLY GOOD RUTH.
Good Heavens!
Only good Ruth can stand the truth.
other people will lose their tooth.
like in a hay stack, there's a needle and its Ruth.
That you can always count on to tell the truth.
Only good Ruth can stand the truth.
other people will lose their tooth.
like in a hay stack, there's a needle and its Ruth.
That you can always count on to tell the truth.
Good Heavens!
Only good Ruth can stand the truth.
other people will lose their tooth.
Good Heavens , I say because almost where ever I go,
No simple person can stand the truth.
Its only needles in haystacks, like Ruth,can stand the truth.
many people will kick down booths , if they hear the truth.
many people will blow their heads off, with a loud sound"PO-UF-TT".
many people will jump and fall with a thump, if they hear it. If they hear it.
and that's the truth.....
Good Heavens!
Only good Ruth can stand the truth.
other people will lose their tooth.
Good Heavens , I say because almost where ever I go,
No simple person can stand the truth.
Its only needles in haystacks, like Ruth,can stand the truth.
many people will kick down booths , if they hear the truth.
many people will blow their heads off, with a loud sound"PO-UF-TT".
many people will jump and fall with a thump, if they hear it. If they hear it.
and that's the truth.....
Only good Ruth.
only and only GOOD RUTH!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
looking for Evange.
i could not find a single person to be real life Evange Krom .
Its like finding a date to the prom.
one told me to leave her alone.
another ignored.
another said no.
another asked to borrow a bow.
though not one person i could find.
they thought i lost my mind.
not in reality, but in Migoland.
I've seem to lost my mind eating sand.
may i comment is quiet bland.
Its like finding a date to the prom.
one told me to leave her alone.
another ignored.
another said no.
another asked to borrow a bow.
though not one person i could find.
they thought i lost my mind.
not in reality, but in Migoland.
I've seem to lost my mind eating sand.
may i comment is quiet bland.
Friday, May 7, 2010
sea of dreams
if could swim threw the dreams of mankind.
I would think some are blue and others are red.
the blue ones lead to a sorrow end.
that carries its victims away with the wind.
the red will spiral you to your destiny.
even if it is to go to new guinea.
And if i was to choose between the dreams of Mr. Mankind.
i would choose the color of a rose.
the person who chooses blue, is at a lose of hue.
and is blind to the possibilities of Mr. Mankind,and would you find them on street?
all fast asleep. of course they are a loss for dreams and represent the fall of mankind.
swimming out into the dreams is endless and sometimes i think about giving up to blue, which is at a loss of a hue.
if could swim threw the dreams of mankind.
I would think some are blue and others are red.
the blue ones lead to a sorrow end.
that carries its victims away with the wind.
the red will spiral you to your destiny.
even if it is to go to new guinea.
And if i was to choose between the dreams of Mr. Mankind.
i would choose the color of a rose.
so i suppose its your choice taste the colors of red or pretend you lost your head.
boy and i have dreams. and i'm traveling threw this sea of dreams.
i'll know i'll soon meet them, and when i do i keep on swimming for more.
so swimming out into the dreams is endless and sometimes i think about giving up to blue, which is at a loss of a huethe red will spiral you to your destiny.
even if it is to go to new guinea.
And if i was to choose between the dreams of Mr. Mankind.
i would choose the color of a rose. Oh joy, and i have dreams. and i'm traveling threw this sea of dreams.
i'll know i'll soon meet them, and when i do i keep on swimming for more.
keep on swimming for more. keep on swimming for more.
keep on swimming for more. keep on swimming for more.
keep on swimming for more. keep on swimming for more.
Labels: poem Sunday, May 2, 2010
I'm not alone and the wind would moan.
standing from afar,
looking in a bar,
at the girl talking about her dream car.
I wish i could take her to the stars.
instead I'm trapped behind imaginary cell bars.
The only way i would have the chance, it would be on mars.
Not on earth gazing at the stars all alone.
I wonder why i feel so lone.
standing from afar,
looking in a bar,
at the girl talking about her dream car.
I wish i could take her to the stars.
instead I'm trapped behind imaginary cell bars.
The only way i would have the chance, it would be on mars.
Not on earth gazing at the stars all alone.
I wonder why i feel so lone.
In my imagination, we would spend so much time the wind would want to pretend.
that we didn't spend so much time together,
in all the weather.
Now in my mind I'm not alone and the wind would moan.
I'm not alone and the wind would moan.
I'm not alone and the wind would moan.
because I'm not on alone and stuck with the wind that dares to moan.
standing from afar,
looking in a bar,
at the girl talking about her dream car.
I wish i could take her to the stars.
instead I'm trapped behind imaginary cell bars.
The only way i would have the chance, it would be on mars.
Not on earth gazing at the stars all alone.
I wonder why i feel so lone.
standing from afar,
looking in a bar,
at the girl talking about her dream car.
I wish i could take her to the stars.
instead I'm trapped behind imaginary cell bars.
The only way i would have the chance, it would be on mars.
Not on earth gazing at the stars all alone.
I wonder why i feel so lone.
In my imagination, we would spend so much time the wind would want to pretend.
that we didn't spend so much time together,
in all the weather.
Now in my mind I'm not alone and the wind would moan.
I'm not alone and the wind would moan.
I'm not alone and the wind would moan.
because I'm not on alone and stuck with the wind that dares to moan.
I'm not alone and the wind would moan.
I'm not alone and the wind would moan.
I'm not alone and the wind would moan.
I'm not alone and the wind would moan.
I'm not alone and the wind would moan.
I'm not alone and the wind would moan.
Is what it started it.....
The Ending!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
I surrender.
This week I had a horrible dream ,
and it has made me realize the importance of friendship, togetherness,and compassion.
This war between me and Talen has dragged everyone else into it.
You the readers. and Evange.
So I am going to stop this war now. Before it leads to more chaos.
Nobody could win it as I come to find.
There will still be poems, but new stuff will be coming to the blog.
I hope you understand.
and it has made me realize the importance of friendship, togetherness,and compassion.
This war between me and Talen has dragged everyone else into it.
You the readers. and Evange.
So I am going to stop this war now. Before it leads to more chaos.
Nobody could win it as I come to find.
There will still be poems, but new stuff will be coming to the blog.
I hope you understand.
